VISIONS I HAD BURIED UNDERGROUND / RETURNING TO ABUSE US

[pecsonpecs]

open krieg rp post.

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[deusexmechina]

Right.

[ gaige breathes slowly, barely bothered by the chill of krieg's body aside from the worry for him it stirs. maybe, as warm as she is in her sweater and cozy sweatpants, he can absorb some warmth from her. she's usually the one that leeches it off him anyway. she's quiet for one long stretch before she answers his question, taking in the calming effect of their proximity. ]

Yeah. I think so.

[ she nuzzles up against under his chin, blowing an errant strand of hair out of her own face. ]

We're gonna get through this.

[ said both to him, and to herself. ]

[pecsonpecs]

Yeah. We are.

[And in the following weeks, Gaige--for the first time--gets to know Sober Krieg. At first it seems like his lethargy isn't really wearing off, but it turns out that Krieg is just...really, really chill. Which might be a startling revelation to anyone who is only familiar with his rockstar persona. In other words, anyone who isn't staff at the rehab center.

A few weeks later, he's still attached to his IV, but the color's come back to his face and he started exercising again. It's not the stuff he usually did before shit hit the fan, but at least he doesn't feel like he's slacking anymore. With the newfound energy, he's up and about a lot more.

One day, he shoots a text Gaige's way.]

hey, wanna go out with me to grab some dinner? getting tired of the cafeteria rotation

[deusexmechina]

[ krieg and gaige have been spending a lot of time together, and gaige has been delighted to see krieg's health returning to him. he's always protected her, and now she feels like it's her turn to care for him, which she'll happily do.

she's laying in bed when her phone vibrates, and she smiles when she sees that it's him. ]

duh. you want to pick somewhere?

[pecsonpecs]

there's a bbq place down the street from the center. everyone says it's pretty great.

we'll see about that >;)

[deusexmechina]

nothing's gonna be better than the stuff you used to make but we'll see if it lives up at all!!

see you there soon?

[pecsonpecs]

used to?? i haven't given up, i'm just on hiatus!

actually, could you come here and pick me up instead? it'll feel a lot less like a walk of shame. i'm still stuck to this machine...

[deusexmechina]

hey, you know what i mean

oh. yeah, of course. my bad. give me just a bit to get ready and i'll be over, okay?

[pecsonpecs]

you know where to find me

<3

[deusexmechina]

<3!

[ it doesn't take gaige too long to get ready. she's at the rehab center in around half an hour, sidling into krieg's room with a smile on her face. ]

Ready to bust this joint?

[pecsonpecs]

[When she shows up, Krieg is dressed in a comfy hoodie--open, of course, with nothing under it--and some exercise slacks. Not that he's actually done any exercise recently, but this is pretty much what happens when he wants to lounge around but has to stay decent for the staff and his neighbors.]

Hell yeah.

[He stands up from the corner of the bed and wields his IV hanger in one hand while he puts the other over Gaige's shoulders. They make their way back downstairs uninterrupted, and he gives a short wave of acknowledgement as they pass by the reception. One young nurse working the counter blushes as he makes eye contact with her before making an abrupt nod.

Krieg chuckles, but refrains from commenting on it until they get past the front doors.]

Never seen someone so flustered to get the chance to work with me before.

[It's nice. He never noticed things like that before, when he was out of his head.]